miles 1-2: up a bridge and down a bridge (i’m not going to pretend i know the names of all the bridges or when exactly i crossed from one borough to the next.. at some point over the last few years my attention to detail has gone out the window) there were helicopters on either side of us hovering at our level which was really cool and I thought about how much dane would have loved it. at the 1 mile marker the race official was yelling “you’re almost done!” I thought this was funny. i was feeling great, happy, excited. i loved seeing the other herds of runner from my wave that started down other routes. i felt like i was part of something really awesome and was feeling optimistic.
miles 3-4: just felt so effortless. don’t get me wrong, i’m running just under a 9 minute miles, so i’m not setting any records here (and you better hope 4 miles feels easy when you are running a marathon) but it was the easiest 4 miles i’ve ever run. brooklyn was great. good crowds, everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun.
5K // 0:27:24.00 // 08:49
miles 5-9: i just remember there were bagpipers somewhere along this stretch and i had to really convince myself to not get emotional. way too early for that. i thought about my dad for the next couple miles. i was going to bring his rock with me… its a little rock that my sisters gave him to hold when he died because i couldn’t be there with them. but i pictured him laughing at the idea and making fun of me for carrying a rock along with me during a marathon. he loved irony.
10K // 0:54:16.00 // 08:45
around mile 7 i finally finished & chucked my hand-held water bottle. i didn’t think it would last this long, but i definitely benefited from not having to stop for water this whole way. i think i was super hydrated going into the run.
mile 10: i thought – 10 miles! i’m going to run a pretty solid half. i was still running a consistent sub-9 min. mile. the course was so flat so far and the miles were flying by.
mile 13: there is a hill somewhere around here. lizzy warned me. sure enough, there was a bridge that definitely made me work a little, but didn’t slow me down. i ran a 1:55 half which is a solid 20 min. pr from my previous half marathons. (what?). around this time, i approached a group of ppl wearing 4:00 pace signs. this was literally the first time it occurred to me that i was on pace for a 4 hour marathon. i sort of knew at this point that it was very possible i could break 4 hours and i decided i was going to fight like hell to do it. the field was really thick around the pacers, but i really wanted to pass them while i was still feeling strong. that was the last time i saw the 4:00 pacers.
|i have no idea where i am in this photo|
miles 14-15: i don’t remember much. i was just running. around this time i finally took off my long sleeved shirt & tied it around my waist. all i was thinking about was the infamous queensboro bridge and that i could soon (hopefully!) see my family who was supposed to be somewhere around 18.
mile 16 – the bridge: it wasn’t bad at all! i couldn’t believe it. it was a hill for sure, but nothing like some of the inclines on the courses i trained on. everyone had warned me about the incline, the isolation, etc. the bridge posed no problems and before i knew it, i was at the top smiling because i knew at this point i had this race.
turning the corner onto first ave was great and all, but i think it was too hyped up and i couldn’t help but be unimpressed. i hate to sound like such a downer, but i think the problem was really just all the hype and how amazing everyone told me it would be.
miles 17-19: i’m hugging the left side of the road looking everywhere for mike, dane, and mike’s parents, but i never saw them & they never saw me. we didn’t do the best job coordinating an exact plan.. he didn’t even know what i was wearing. i got here significantly faster than i thought i would and i think they must have just missed me. there’s no way i didn’t see them. i love them for being there for me though. it wasn’t easy for them to get around the crowded city with a big stroller and a baby who is supposed to be napping right around the time i passed this point. i especially love my in-laws for coming out to support me. it really means SO much.
mile 19-21: hard. aches and pains everywhere. 6 more miles? shoot me. i had a really bad cold the week leading up to the race and tried to keep it under control while i was running, but at this point i am coughing and my lungs are cold & tight and my whole body is convulsing. please get me to the finish line. i run a 9 min. mile for the first time at 21.
mile 23: i want to die. no one adequately warned me about this hill going up (down? along?) central park. this was BY FAR the most difficult, painful mile i have ever run in my entire life. i want to finish so bad. i am so ready to be done. there is no way i am slowing down now. i find it impossible to enjoy the stretch along central park. i wish i had tried harder to take it all in & enjoy it, but all i remember is that hill and the pain in my knees, hips, and back.
you can see the pain here!
miles 24-26.2: i look at my phone for the first time & see that some of my friends who were tracking me are texting about my time and sharing my splits and saying i’m going to break 4. my sister texts something about choking up and this makes me majorly choke up. i was so happy to have fans even if they weren’t along the course. people around me were slowing down, walking, stopping to stretch… I thought, c’mon people we’re so close! and i weaved around maintaining my pace with everything I had left. i thought the finish line would never come. but there it was. i double fist-pumped or did something awkward and looked up at the sky and finally stopped running. I wasn’t sure what my time was, I didn’t remember to stop my garmin or the map my run ap i had running on my phone. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and find mike & dane.
going into the race I though 4:30 was a realistic time. i thought one day i’d run under 4 hours, but had no plan to attempt to do so this time around. i think there are several reasons why this race went so well:
1. i put zero pressure on myself and had no pace plan (sounds counter intuitive!) i had very little pre-race anxiety (not typical of me). if i tried to carefully pace myself, i would have slowed down early in the race when i didn’t need to and would never have made up for it in the end.
2. i am stronger than i think i am. i have been doing a lot more strength and speed work-outs than i’ve ever done before. when i workout with ed, my legs are sore for days every single time. this definitely helped with not getting injured during training (my only real “goal” for this marathon aside from finishing!) and powering through those hill and late miles.
3. i trained on way hillier (that’s a word) courses. the two 19 – 20 mile long runs i did had way more and way steeper hills. i also did 2 crazy hill workouts in october with my ridiculously fit friend alli that definitely helped condition my legs for inclines.
4. gu. i swear its like cheating. i ate one every 5 miles. during training runs i never had more than 1 or 2, but i kept making myself suck these down and they totally fired up my tired legs each time.
5. MY BABY. having a baby has made me so much stronger in so many ways. you can’t be lazy, you can’t be selfish, you need to endure pain whether it be birth, sleeplessness, nursing, the list goes on. my baby has toughened me up ten-fold.
ALL IN ALL. i’m glad i did it. i’m glad its over. it was so expensive. it was a little lonely (no friends at the start and not a single familiar face along the route), it was extremely difficult… but honestly, not as difficult as i thought it might be. i have no plans to do new york again. i but i definitely want to do BOSTON! i hope it works out.
ok. i’m done.